September 2011
2 posts
Inhaler Quickie
(for a prompt with Shaan)
There’s a note dropped in a gutter,
choked on sludge that
pours over and over it again.
It said “remember inhaler” and
someone’s freezing, throat crumpling as I
take the note in my hands and squeeze it
and he remembers, and I
remember.
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I. You rose above me like the walls of a room, denim legs and a bare chest and curved down to meet me. I touched you and you shuddered in the light of the television. I asked what was wrong, and you shook your head. “That felt so good” and when you said it I remembered how young we were, you small even in your height and me shivering under blankets. We huddled together for help as we let...
